#feminist prose

[reidiot]

when lana said i'm a princess i'm divisive ask me why why why i'm like this maybe i'm just kinda like this i don't know maybe i'm just like this

[thelongingsofelle]

her voice in the masses

warnings: mentions of blood, death. the 2024 elections only showed how much the masses do not care about a woman, a woman's choice, her life. this piece, though short, depicts the feelings that went through me as the results were announced. though i am not american, i felt the despair of millions of women who would soon no longer have autonomy over their own bodies. however, the fight has just started. women have been at the forefront of revolutions in the past, be it joan of arc or rani jhansi. we will rise from this too.

and the fathers say, shield her, stop her, restrict her.

and the mothers say, train her, teach her, instruct her.

and the husbands say, take her, use her, possess her.

and the masses say, wield her, control her, suppress her.

and in all this, she says, save me, protect me, love me.

she says, let me live, let me breathe, let me thrive.

she says, allow me joy, allow me growth, allow me peace.

she says, as the life slowly leaves her body like the blood pouring out of her, let me live for me.

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[m0rtal-projections]

10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger

[maxis-poetry]

women deserve anger (may 6, 2024)

anger is inherited through women's souls. woman store anger in their hearts, under bubble wrap and layers of cardboard packaging, while men store anger in their brains, in a canon smelling like gunpowder, ready to fire.

[crustychameleon]

“Once when I visited Buddy I found Mrs Willard braiding a rug out of strips of wool from Mr Wilard's old suits. She'd spent weeks on that rug, and I had admired the tweedy browns and greens and blues patterning the braid, but after Mrs Willard was through, instead of hanging the rug on the wall the way I would have done, she put it down in place of her kitchen mat, and in a few days it was soiled and dull and indistinguishable from any mat you could buy for under a dollar in the Five and Ten.

And I knew that in spite of all the roses and kisses and restaurant dinners a man showered on a woman before he married her, what he secretly wanted when the wedding service ended was for her to flatten out underneath his feet like Mrs Willard's kitchen mat.”

sylvia plath - the bell jar

[thegentleintellectual]

“It calms me to think of blue as the color of death. I have long imagined death’s approach as the swell of a wave—a towering wall of blue. ”

Excerpt From: Nelson, Maggie. “Bluets.”

[1500swhore]

”A woman’s first blood doesn’t come from between her legs, but from biting her tongue.”

-Meggie Royer

[creelarke]

[thepersonalwords]

Kill the part of you that believes it can't survive without someone else.

Sade Andria Zabala, War Songs

[willowspoems]

untethered feminine

an original poem by willowspoems

it’s no secret that men struggle to grasp the nuances of a woman's soul. 

they imagine our only troubles are hair clinging to lip gloss—trivial, perhaps, but overshadowed tenfold by the battles our mothers waged.

he seeks a mirage of meekness,

a figure draped in quietude,

dressed modestly, never challenging,

even when she ought to.

a soft-spoken woman,

who swallows without wincing, 

and bites her tongue before protesting.

her own desires tucked away,

rationale fleeing her skull,

losing sight of what she wants to be,

conceding her mind to whispers of

“my husband will decide for me.”

i am not that woman,

i never will be,

and it amuses me he thinks such a creature even exists.

i am a woman of my own creation,

a force shaped by my own design,

free from his narrow dictation,

unmoved by the pull of his line.

[aphrodites-serenade]

Think of me, a woman

My parents may have left their parents, siblings, and friends behind,

But they can not leave their old ways of thinking behind.

–

No matter what I accomplish,

My goals are scrutinized to the point that I don't bring them up anymore.

My existence is degraded and reduced because of the simple fact that I am a woman.

–

People with no knowledge of me think I should retire from my aspirations.

They'll list an "appropriate" title for me: Mother, maid, wife,

And demand me to be happy with only that.

–

Oh mother, you know I'm too boisterous to stay at home.

I am too disinterested in men to ever serve a “husband.”

And having children terrifies me to my core.

–

Regardless of where I end up,

I ask that when you visualize my future,

you look at me first.

Don't think of a man.

[piecesbythestars]

“frankenstein,” a poem about women’s suffering

normalized in medicine, glorified in pornography, justified in religion. since we birth people, does this mean we birthed the society that causes and trivializes our agony?

[localcosmicvoid]

Balancing the melancholy in all the spring bright.

From What Are You Going Through by Sigrid Nunez // Woman At Point Zero by Nawal El Saadawi // Forward from A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

[nipsyyy]

-milk and honey,rupi kaur

[sisteroutsiders]

All too often the message comes loud and clear to Black women from Black men: “I am the only prize worth having and there are not too many of me, and remember, I can always go elsewhere. So if you want me, you’d better stay in your place which is away from one another, or I will call you ‘lesbian’ and wipe you out.” Black women are programmed to define ourselves within this male attention and to compete with each other for it rather than to recognize and move upon our common interests.

Audre Lorde, from “Scratching the Surface: Some Notes on Barriers to Women and Loving,” as published in Sister Outsider (1983)

[stephyytheseeker]

feminism has both saved

and ruined my life.

i’ve become far too aware

of the horrors

that the patriarchy inflicts upon us.

how do I stop noticing it?

how do I stop seeing misogyny

everywhere I look?

- “i hate being a feminist”